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I apologize for this Friday’s missing Psychology post, but I’ve been busy carrying out one of my last modelling photoshoots (it was supposed to have been my last but in the end my friends and I concluded that we had to do more, and moreover I still have about a month and a half before going to university) and I’ve finally published the photos online! I mean, I did an album on Facebook, haha, like a kind of conclusion of the project, although it might not be the end yet ;)

(here’s an overall appeal of what the project was all about, and also my facebook cover hehe)

We actually did five themes for the project:

1. Nature

2. James Bond in Vacation (yeah I know lol xD)

3. Urban

4. Vintage

5. Seashore (it was supposed to be Beach but some weather and sickness problems arose so… :P)

And it was so FUN!!! :) An amazing experience.

If you want to see the album and thus all the themes & photos… CLICK HERE!!!

Enjoy ;)

I’ll catch up on my Psychology series soon :P

Oh and if you want me to give you some of my tips on model photography or anything related, just let me know :)

~ Being a future psychology student, I decided to create a new category of posts here on An Evil Nymph’s Blog which will be dealing with some of my weird and crazy theories of life and people. For fun, of course since I don’t have a degree yet. Also I’m not trying to make generalisations and it’ll be best that as you read on imagine putting in the word ‘maybe’ in every sentence. These are only my 19 year old opinions. Anyway, scroll down at your own risk… and enjoy! ~

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Narcissist. Self-centred. These are words that describe those people who are in “pursuit of gratification from vanity” or have “egotistic admiration of one’s own physical or mental attributes, that derive from arrogant pride.” (Source: Wikipedia)

When I first discovered that word, I could easily identify some of the people I knew having such a behaviour. From what I had seen in my short life, narcissism was not hard to decipher as those people were so open about being like this… and even proud of their self-adoration. One could imagine someone who likes holding a mirror and looking into it 24 hours a day without shame.

However, lately I’ve found another kind of narcissism. One of a more subtle nature.

Yesterday I decided to give candid street photography a go. I was going to be in the capital city anyway, so I thought, why not? My adventurous mind was getting all thrilled at the thought that I was indeed going to be alone, since the friend I’d asked to come with me wasn’t free, but reason warned me not to be too crazy so I opted for a safe area – a tourist one!

Here’s the main street of Le Caudan Waterfront, where I chose to do candid street photography for the first time, all by myself:

Yes I know. Colourful umbrellas ♥

So I put on my hat, wore Candy (my camera) around my neck and pretended to be a tourist! I even spoke English (we usually speak French), stared around as if I’ve never been there (although I’ve been a thousand times since I was born), smiled… and followed the crowd, feigning to take shots of the place when in fact I was shooting… the people themselves.

Anger, although being one of the seven deadly sins, is a very common feeling, felt and expressed by everyone. Usually, anger is impulsive; it is a release… of shouts and cries until one’s throat is dry and the face’s gone all red and sweaty.

But then, sometimes anger makes one do or say things that one may regret afterwards.

They married and lived happily ever after until the end of their lives… or not? That’s where the story really begins, by their union, for weeks and months they remain in happiness, in love, pierced by Cupid’s arrow, entwined in their blood dripping from an illusion which is often called Love. Unfortunately for most women, it was indeed an illusion. A dream. And she ends up waking up one morning to realize that the man who sleeps next to her is a stranger.

It begins with a small slap, a sweet blow, a nice reproach. Then the man becomes monster when the situation hardens into consecutive shoves, violent slaps in the face and insults that stabs the entire body. The man she thought was the One this time is actually the worst of what she might have had.

But a woman loves her husband, and when she loves, she forgives. He then apologizes with all his heart and she welcomes him back into her life. He sends her flowers and she kisses him.They again become lovers like the first time. And history repeats itself. The cycle continues…